Mind Demon's Path of Domination

Mark raised his head and spread his wings wide apart, standing midair inside Yuri's Glass Dome. Flapping their wings, both the youth with eagle wings and the giant eagle looked down at Mark, condescension written all over their faces. Smoke from the destroyed flying ship still vaguely surrounded them.

"Are you going to fight me?" The eagle-winged youth asked, amused. "Really?"

The Glass Dome vanished, and Mark held Yuri's waist, not letting her fall as he floated with his wings' help. She looked around anxiously, a sense of impending doom on her forehead. But Mark still saw her drop a small coin from her hand.

It flashed with a silver glint as it was lost inside the smoke and dust.

"Stay safe," Mark warned, feeling his hair rise at the sight of the young man's casual stare.

He let go of her waist, and Yuri fell down through the sky, her eyes sharp.

"You really do plan to fight against me!" the young man said, surprised. "Not just me," he corrected himself. "You even plan to involve Big Brown in it."

Big Brown, is that the Tier 3 giant eagle? Mark assumed.

He could tell that the youth completely underestimated him, and that was good. Mark could pull the rug from underneath the arrogant duo's feet. But that was also bad—it meant that the youth was deadly confident in his own skills.

Yet, Mark had no choice but to fight. If he didn't prove himself to be a dangerous enemy, this duo would never give him any heed. Especially when the guy seemed so into Yuri and Dona.

Mark was also surrounded by the detection mechanism all over the planet. Anywhere he went, a fight was certain to happen.

"I will fight you," Mark said calmly.

The Mask of the Savage menacingly expanded to cover his face, and he waited for the enemy to make a move. It was going to be fun.

"I see," the youth said, suddenly no amusement in his tone. He rubbed the feathers of his giant eagle. "Does that mean this mere Tier 2 demon underestimates me enough to stand up to me, Big Brown?"

Mark remained silent. He had sensed the enemy's stats—it was worrying. He would never underestimate this man.

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[Eagle Youth]

[Tier 3]

[Race: Abyss Eagle]

[Physique: 3001 (Low)]

[Mind: 3021 (Low)]

[Traits]

● Eagle Sense: Incredibly acute senses.

● Cursed Lust: Lustful for every feminine thing in the World.

[Soul Weapons]

● Emperor's Eyes (T3) (Low).

● Costume of the Murdered (T3) (Low).

● Lust Eagle's Wings (T3) (Low).

● Earring of Hate (T3) (Low).

[Resistances]

● Aura Intimidation Resistance (T3) (Mid)

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He only has 3 abilities? Mark frowned.

That was low quantities for a Tier 3, and it was also an unknown path to power that Mark had never come across. Snapping his eyes here and there, he noticed the small accessories across the youth.

The wings.

The silver earring.

And the dark costume.

Those were not ordinary things, but Soul Weapons.

Mark wanted to gauge more about the enemy, but suddenly, his expression hardened as the youth stepped out of the giant eagle.

The youth flapped his brown wings gently and floated towards Mark, while the giant eagle floated down towards Yuri, who had fallen onto the ground a while ago.

Mark wanted to check the beast's stats too, but he didn't dare to avert his eyes from the Eagle Youth.

"One attack," the youth said. "That's all I will take to kill you. But no, I will not kill you—I will let you watch your girl be tormented before I kill you." Then, he frowned. "Or do you demons enjoy that instead of being disgusted by it?"

Mark's golden gaze was cold, and his skeletal mask face rigid. His enemy was instigating him by his very nature, but only winning or losing mattered. Words were meaningless.

He would never let that come true. He'd rather be the one doing that to the enemy.

"Oh, you are not worried," the youth said with a grin, flapping his wings and reaching before Mark.

Suddenly, his brown eyes grew bigger in Mark's senses.

Tier 3 Low Level Soul Weapon—Eye of the Emperor!

Mark floated back, feeling an instinctual urge to submit himself. It was an Aura intimidation-type ability. But then again, it was an aura much weaker than the War Slayer.

And that hadn't intimidated Mark.

Tier 3 Low Level Demonic Trick—Dream Shock!

Mark's gaze grew bigger in the enemy's eyes, and a second later, the enemy blinked in surprise. In that short moment, Mark closed in. He touched the youth's face.

"A maverick!" The youth growled. "No wonder you are confident!"

"You'd look better as a sludge of piss," Mark replied.

Alchemic Shapeshifting!

Mark's back slammed against the ground and he reeled in confusion as the impact of the crash pounded through him.

What—just happened?

It was that guy's other Soul Weapon.

Lust Eagle's Wings!

That had generated a compressed explosion of air that sent Mark crashing down.

He looked up.

The Eagle Youth touched his own face in the sky, his dark robes fluttering in the air as he flapped his wings. At the same time, Mark felt a dreadful sensation in his gut.

The youth looked down.

"Weird," he said, frowning. "I don't know why, but I feel such intense desire for your women. Even though I don't usually care about the women I meet on the meeting day."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Reol'ran hissed in Mark's mind: "It's the River of Destiny influencing him, I think."

The Youth licked his lips. "And I failed to kill you in one blow—that's… sad." He smiled as he clasped his hands together in a weird mudra. "But don't worry, it's been a while since I killed a Maverick. I will make it fun for you."

Costume of the Murdered!

Mark's expression changed as the Eagle Youth's figure transformed into a completely different person. No, it was not a person, but a Demon. An Upper Demon.

It had the size of a building, and it was utterly ghostly to look at. It was a creature made up of ants. Its body, limbs, and everything was a cluster of ants.

So many ants fused together to create a giant humanoid eagle man, with the face of an eagle and the body of a man; with wings made of ants spreading out on its back.

Mark felt his skin crawl.

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